Bodies
Bodies
Reading palms and laugh lines always helps
draw strings tighter between us.
Folded inside the softness
found in middle ground
or is it middle aged?
Tears collected inside hands held
when praying the grief away.
That stubborn weight
we just can’t get rid of
our stories really love to wear skin it seems.
Have you noticed our bodies curve inward
as our path pushes us forward?
Strength abandons the bones
before the incense of hope rises.
So is it a seed we all end up becoming?
